Reminiscing

Reminiscing the past
Everything hardly makes any sense,
Be it in joy or in sorrow
What does it matter?
The past has already passed.

It’s true when they say
“Live in the moment”
Because what I’ve learned so far is..
What mattered to you at some point
Will not at some other..
The past is already gone
And the future isn’t here.
But what we have here in the moment is
‘The present’
So why should you put your present at stake for the things that haven’t even occurred yet?
For tomorrow has it’s own worries to worry upon

Trust in the timing will you?
Time is a great healer.
You just have to have a bit of patience and courage
To keep moving..

With love~

Sweet slumber

Sweet slumber o child..
The world is a crazy place.
And you’re fortunate!
Fortunate enough to be unknown to the troubles ahead,
Fortunate enough to be away from the pain and dismay.
For this life awaits you to wake up,
But can you not
Sleep a little more this time?
For these are the days that never comes back.

What do you enjoy most about writing?

Writing for me is an expression of my inner self ..I enjoy writing more because for a person like me who prefer speaking less writing becomes an escape for the overwhelming thoughts and emotions, writing helps me a lot in conveying my thoughts with more comfort and ease.

Winter rains and wide sky

What do you love about where you live?

As a winter lover. I’m in love with Koraput’s weather, it’s a perfect blend of warmth and cold But for me it’s the winter rains,bringing bone chilling cold with it… What I enjoy watching everyday is the greenery around me and the wide sky above me ..I could strain my neck staring at the sky whole day. Been 4 years living here and its starting to feel like home.

Anshu


Few months later , the nostalgia finally hit.
Passing through the tunnels of a strange land , reminded me of a certain 5 year old.
Alternating lights of the dark path seemed to resemble the flickering obedience of the kid .
But the bridges reminded me of the depth in his conviction when he said .. I am your friend !!
Shocked was the last thing , I was.
All my essence in a herculean effort to stop my logic from kicking in . I had let myself drown in bliss.
And today when nostalgia hit, there are three things I want .
The blunt kindness ,the unadulterated heart of the kid .
To never forget him .
And a coke to enjoy the moment maybe.

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